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    Opportunity

    The Spring breeze tickles the leaves and the sun warms my cheeks.  My toes are brown with soil and it’s only 8am.  We munch cereal in the grass as the children chatter about who swings best and who jumps higher. Above us, birds sing a symphony of morning glory. …

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    I Have All I Need.

    Another flyer arrives in our little mailbox and my heart pounds.  Advertisements for pillows and vases and more Spring-like STUFF haunt me.  They haunt me while I pray for a young boy in Uganda who wants only to be healthy. And we say we care.  We care about the…

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    Growing and Writing and Fruit.

    This week we’re tilling and planting and digging and getting dirt-covered.  We’re smelling fresh rain and marveling at shoots springing up everywhere.  With soil in my gloved fingers, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. I’ve been considering Fruit.  Fruit on a vine, fruit plants in bunches lined in soil…

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    Tilling the Soul.

    I get it.  The theraputic nature of gardening.  I didn’t always.  The grit of the soil between my fingers, it now connects me deeply to God’s earth.  The tilling of the ground – an act as ancient as time.  And I do it this week. Hardened dirt lays before…

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    Five Minute Friday – Ache…

    Something doesn’t feel right.  Something’s growing inside of me.  Something that makes my brows furrow even harder still at this culture we live in.  I’m looking at grave stones, thinking how fragile, how short this life is and I decide it.  I refuse to sit back any longer and confuse…

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    Five Minute Friday – Grit.

    Writing has always been the peacemaking of my soul. I write to find out how I really feel. I write through everything – including the bad. Including the seemingly impossible to write – in those moments when the pen falls off and my closed eyes take over. I never…

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    Soul Surrender

    This past Sunday our church family shouted and sang united, “The Stand”.  And there I stomped a foot and clutched at the sky, a baby boy’s hair twirled around my finger.  The words flew from my lips and the truth behind what I was saying sunk into my too…

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    When I say, "I HATE WINTER!" …

    God gives me this: So, I’m re-reading Ann Voskamp’s book, One Thousand Gifts.  If you haven’t read it, read it. Today.  If you’ve read it already, read it again with a hi-lighter and sticky notes in hand.  It is to be cherished and savoured, but also studied and used as…

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    A Weak Homeschooler’s Prayer

    Might I humbly share what I wrote this morning in my prayer journal?   Lord, these days are long, when my husband leaves for work and doesn’t return until after the kids are in bed.  Give me strength… no, not only strength but a different perspective.  Not thinking “Oh, what a…

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    Awake.

    I feel like I’ve spent the past week in a sort of sober-drunken sick stupor.  The whole house has been crashed out with colds, flus, headaches, fevers.  Until yesterday I hadn’t left the house in 6 days. “Argh… I have no pants.”  My laid out husband is in a…